Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.